Many of the animals had most of their fur burned away, and some were charred almost beyond recognition, but they still clung to life.
They huddled in the central area, not daring to move an inch, and were unnervingly quiet, as if awaiting their final moments.
Seeing their miserable state, Zhou Hanchang couldn't bear it.
He had seen and killed his fair share of beasts in his time, but compared to the scene before him now, a sense of pity welled up inside him.
On instinct, he held his breath, picked up two buckets of water, and walked toward them.
He placed the two buckets in front of them and shouted, "Water! Drink!"
Zhou Hanchang didn't know why he shouted like that; the words just came out.
The animals stared at the water in the buckets, then at the man who showed no ill intent. Immediately, a goat, burned bald and its flesh a bloody mess, limped forward. It looked at Zhou Hanchang, then turned to glance at its kin behind it, and lowered its head to drink.
